LikeTheFlowingRiver

I only fell about at her stories…like she was some kind of a laughing stock (when she definitely wasn’t at all). It wasn’t her fault she thought I have shown insufficient concern or inappropriate expressions towards her glooms and sadness. I know all one could ever expect from a friend during times like that is a shoulder to cry on, or constructing advices, or heart-warming supports regardless if he or she is the bad guy in the real world. But I am here to give that a break.

I never meant to be cynical, I laughed because I wanted to take her step out of the sobbing, weeping, ‘poor me’ zone. I didn’t want to see her cry again. My intention was for her to laugh with me and cheer herself up because she deserves not to be in such sorrow every time it occurs (or any other times). Yeah, not worth her time and youth. We both know it happens when it happens. So why wouldn’t us laugh at the serial happiness killer instead. By the way, she should have taken it that I have nothing like pleasures in seeing her in sadness or disappointment…well, never mind.

So let’s laugh away the things making you sick and swollen, friend. And think about other things that are worth thinking of. It has worked for me. And why wouldn’t it for you. Guess you’d take it back, that my witticism was not merely indifference…

P/s: People usually get too occupied with their habit of thinking. In this little case, unless it is religiously or morally disrespectful, who says we cannot laugh at miseries (to get out of it)?

I.A.A

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